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Keeping my eye on the ball in Pag.

Keeping my eye on the ball in Pag.

Posted on May 22, 2011 | One Comment

“Life’s a party. Crash it.” — Tagline from the film, Wedding Crashers Over the past year of attending various travel writing and blogging events, one of the people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting is a freelance writer and photographer named Lola Akinmade. Based in Stockholm, Lola is an official blogger for the Swedish tourism […]

Travel photo essay: Saturday in Notting Hill.

Travel photo essay: Saturday in Notting Hill.

Posted on Apr 23, 2011 | 2 Comments

“All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it–an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view.” — Peter Conrad Last week I had the amazing opportunity of hosting my mother in London. On Skype in March, I’d been telling her about my […]

Saturday in the forest.

Saturday in the forest.

Posted on Mar 23, 2011 | 3 Comments

“The world is like a mask dancing. If you want to see it well you do not stand in place.” — Chinua Achebe “Why would someone want to jump in after a mermaid?” The museum guide was tall and sported a top hat and black dinner coat, complete with tails and bow-tie. After a few […]

“Each moment is a day”: Making time in Brighton.

“Each moment is a day”: Making time in Brighton.

Posted on Mar 12, 2011 | One Comment

“It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.” — Ben Jonson After a combined total of twelve or so months living in London, it’s rather shocking […]

Where London stretches her legs.

Where London stretches her legs.

Posted on Mar 5, 2011 | 2 Comments

“Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness.” — Eckhart Tolle, Stillness Speaks When you start thinking in iambic pentameter, it’s a sign you need to go outside and get some air. This week we […]

Moving at my own momentum.

Moving at my own momentum.

Posted on Feb 13, 2011 | 2 Comments

“Get a bicycle.  You will not regret it if you live.” — Mark Twain When driving around the North Island of New Zealand last year, I spent a night on the Coromandel Peninsula in a hostel not far from the famous Hot Water Beach. That night I got to know three Germans (well, two Germans […]

Travel photo essay: Feira dos Passaros.

Travel photo essay: Feira dos Passaros.

Posted on Feb 4, 2011 | 2 Comments

“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.” — Jacques Deval I hadn’t been looking for a market. Indeed, on such a lazy Sunday morning in Porto, Portugal, I hadn’t been looking for anything much at all–but isn’t that when the great finds always happen? From the bus on […]

Travel photo of the day: Prisms in Porto.

Travel photo of the day: Prisms in Porto.

Posted on Feb 1, 2011 | 2 Comments

“Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.” — Henri Matisse It’s funny the things that remain with us after we leave a place. After a weekend in Porto, Portugal, I’m left with the usual roundup of activities to look back on–the four-hour bike ride along the coast to […]

Let it be Sardinia.

Let it be Sardinia.

Posted on Jan 26, 2011 | 5 Comments

“Where then? Spain or Sardinia. Spain or Sardinia. Sardinia, which is like nowhere. Sardinia which has no history, no date, no race, no offering. Let it be Sardinia.” — D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia Right after my flatmate Claire and I first booked our flights to Sardinia, I typed something, who knows what, into Google, and whatever it […]

Photo of the day: Terra cotta panorama.

Photo of the day: Terra cotta panorama.

Posted on Jan 25, 2011 | 5 Comments

“As they went up between the houses that were dark and grisly under the blank, cold sky, it is amazing how these women of vermilion and rose-pink seemed to melt into an almost impossible blare of colour. What a risky blend of colours!” — D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia Some places have a way of […]